Strawberry Fields

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Grace's POV

I watched him walk into my dark room and rush to my body. I laid on my stomach and as he rolled me over, he took in my final appearance. He stared at me for a few minutes before silently crying over me. His head delicately laid down by my own and he just cried. The sight of him crying made tears well up in my own and I reached out for him. He didn't say a word and neither did I but that's who we were. I held his head close to my heart and hoped that he could hear my heart beat faster even though I knew he couldn't.

He shook me a few times and I cried harder knowing the reality of our deadly situation. He held me close before calling 911. He spoke softly into the phone and I listened to his delicate voice speak to the operator on the other side. As he spoke more, my heart broke every time his voice cracked and he sobbed harder. The call ended shortly before he pulled my body off of the bed slowly and held me like a baby within his arms. He rocked me back and forth while we heard the sound of the ambulance in the background arrive closer and closer to me. He swept a few hairs out of my eyes and he stared at my pale face. My eyes were shut and my lips parted somewhat signaling that I had taken my last breath and let it go as I did myself.

Two paramedics along with multiple police officers barged into my room, rushing to help save me. I knew I was too far gone and as they put me on the gurney, the look that the paramedics exchanged told me that they knew I was too far gone as well. I was rushed downstairs and set into the ambulance as William was left at the house with the police. I watched from the ambulance windows as they took William into custody to interrogate him of what happened.

I turned back to myself and my situation as the paramedics put an oxygen mouth as they tried CPR on me. They kept a steady beat going until they got to the hospital. They rushed me inside and into the nearest room in the emergency section before doctors and nurses rushed in trying one last attempt to save my life. I watched the electricity grow more as they prepared the Heart Defibrillator, touching the two metal sides together. My shirt was delicately cut open by a nervous nurse and the doctor placed the electrifying surface against my skin which made my body rise up and down, showing that they had failed.

They placed the same hot metal against my skin before another uprising and downfall of my body. After 3 more tries, the doctors declared my fate. As the doctors walked out of the emergency room, my parents rushed in through the doors, tears on both of there faces. My father and I were closer than my mother and I, but us three together were the three amigos as we would call ourselves. I was their baby and to them I knew I always would be.

They cried harder than I've ever seen before as they talked to the doctors about the results of myself. The nurse who had cut my own shirt open, ran to the bathroom and began to sob once she was secluded and I wished that she could've felt me hug her tight to make her stop crying. I was wheeled down to the morgue just as William arrived and as he did, he collapsed in pain. Pain that I had caused him unknowingly and unwillingly.

He sat in the emergency room waiting area and cried for a little longer before finally getting up and leaving along with my parents. That day, I rode in the back of William's car wondering where he was going when he passed the intersection to go towards his house. We drove for a few hours and eventually stopped at a very familiar place.

We walked the trail in the overcast skies until we got to the palace of mine. He sat down on the same swing I did when I first showed him my sweet escape and he screamed. He screamed so loud as if someone had just ripped his heart out. He screamed louder and louder as tears flowed out of his eyes.

He eventually stopped and sat down on the familiar swing before grabbing a nearby flower that was blossoming. He kissed it dearly before placing it on the dark leather seat.

"I'm always here my beautiful Strawberry." He said as one final tear fell down his face. As he left that day, I stayed behind to mourn the loss of myself mainly but also my relationship with William, my relationship with everyone I had ever loved and cared about.

I, Grace Caroline Loncar, died on Friday, November 25th, from my body committing its own suicide.